“The Vaseline is on the nightstand.” Keenum informed him, still sliding his manhood in one hole and his digit in the other. John spotted it, grabb...d it, and tore off the lid. He coated his finger with the lubricant and got behind them. Her ass was bouncing up and down quickly on his lap.“Stop for a sec.” He said. His cock was so hard! Keenum held her ass down on him, stopping their crazy fucking. He pulled his finger out of her asshole. Ashley was panting and her heart was beating rapidly. She. Your hands move to my ass you pull my cheeks open, exposing me even more to your hungry gaze and your hungry mouth. My body goes rigid as I feel your tongue against my lips from behind. I push my ass back, going up on my tiptoes so that I can bend forward slightly, giving you precious access, welcoming you against me. You tease me with your tongue, flicking and stabbing at my hole. Moving your hands around my thighs, you grip them tightly before letting your thumb brush against my clit. I moan. He obliged her, sliding his cock inside the tight and tender folds of her vagina. She groaned again, more loudly this time, and her hips lifted off the ground to meet his thrust. She writhed and squirmed trying to envelop more of his cock inside of her. He worked his way into a routine, each time sliding his cock nearly out of her tight hole before slamming it back in, sinking deep inside of her. As he progressed each thrust came faster than the last, his pace increasing. He could feel his. "I told you, Lance. We're not going to start this again." C'mon Princess. I know you're not really mad at me." Then you're wrong again. I didn't like the way you pawed at me. You tore my dress. And now I've heard that you've been telling all your friends that I'm a slut."Lance didn't bother trying to deny her accusations. "Sugar, a wild thing like you needs a man with a firm hand," he said closing in on her."Three strikes, Buster. You're out. Women like a man who is gentle, slow, and.